Chapter 12

At exactly eleven minutes past seven, I hear my doorbell ring. She’s late. We’ll work on that.

“Hello,” she practically purrs as she leans against the door frame. Her hair is down, falling about her shoulders and she’s wearing a long, stylish coat. A pair of dark high-heeled pumps set her at about 5’7 to my 6’2.

“Dr. Wood.” I step aside and gesture for her to enter.

She saunters in, her hips swaying beneath her coat and I’m dying to see what’s beneath it. Her scent is rich and alluring, pulling me in.

“This place is incredible,” she says, gazing around at the high ceilings of this warehouse converted into an upscale home. She admires the beams and rafters, as well as the skylights in the ceiling. She then spies the table and breathes in deeply. “Something smells absolutely wonderful and I’m starving.” She turns to look at me. The hint of makeup accents her eyes and kiss-me-now lips.

“Your coat,” I say with an outstretched hand.

“Sure.” Chleo holds my gaze as she unfastens the sa